"Senior Brother Wen, as his martial uncle, aren't you going to offer him something?" Yan Tu glanced at the old Daoist and asked with a smile.
"Hmph, our palace has so many Golden Core cultivators. If I had to give a greeting gift every time one of them took a disciple, I would have lost my entire fortune long ago.
"Fine. We've been friends for so many years, after all. Since you've asked, I'll have to give him something whether I like it or not. I happen to have a Ruyi Hook magical artifact I recently acquired. It's only second tier, but it specializes in breaking all manner of saber and sword magical artifacts. I originally meant to give it to my own disciple, but now this brat gets to benefit instead." The old Daoist snorted and replied crossly, drawing a long, gleaming silver magical artifact from his sleeve and tossing it straight to Wang Yu.
"Thank you for your gift, Martial Uncle."
Wang Yu raised a hand to catch the silver magical artifact. Naturally overjoyed, he hurriedly bowed in thanks as well, then carefully examined the object in his hands.
The rear half of the Ruyi Hook resembled a sharp silver blade, while its front half curved into a hook. When he gave it a slight shake, more than thirty phantom inscription pattern symbols appeared amid its glittering silver light. It was actually a second-tier middle-grade magical artifact.
"You're generous indeed, Senior Brother." Beaming at the sight, Yan Tu repeatedly cupped his hands toward the old Daoist.
"All right, now that you master and disciple have finished shaking me down, hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my quiet cultivation." The old Daoist rolled his eyes and bluntly shooed them away.
"Haha, then I won't trouble you any further. Come